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Australia Post wrote:whatever you do don't choose law please my guy its not worth it. It is so not worth it.

This may be the first time I've seen you out of character....

Quelsh and The grand empire of andor

Australia Post wrote:whatever you do don't choose law please my guy its not worth it. It is so not worth it.

Can confirm

The grand empire of andor and Australia Post

District 0 "Lisbon", Superdistrict 2, Quelsh
Chamber of the Assembly, Army Command Headquarters

“Well, Vítor, have you anything else to say in your defence?” the masculine voice asked in a tone that suggested the question was less than genuine.

The once-renowned army general Vítor Pascoal stood at his lone podium at the room's front wall, the weariness which he felt evident in both body and voice. “I started a movement to change this nation. That movement ballooned into a conflict for which I was unprepared. In this I failed this country, and for that I am sorry.”

The first speaker's body shifted to the front of his seat, sensing the pause in Pascoal's speech and the implicit “but” that was to come.

“But I did not kill the king, Toninho. I disagreed with him, to be sure, and I had wished that he was not in power. But I did not kill the king.”

The man who had asked for Pascoal's testament and to whom Pascoal had directed his statement, the recently-promoted Almirante da Armada, or Admiral of the Fleet, Toninho Dias, gave a small sigh — though whether it was given from satisfaction or disappointment was not readily apparent. “Very well, Vítor. I think we are ready to determine our verdict in the case, so long as there are no objections...” Dias spoke, pausing to cast his eyes about the small interim legislative chamber where the Quelshian People's Assembly convened. No objection was raised. “Then we shall now conduct voting. Normal voting procedure, but when I call for your vote please answer with a ‘guilty’ or ‘not guilty’ rather than ‘sim’ and ‘não’. Mister Roque, if you would tally.”

The "Mister Roque" Dias had addressed sat in a small desk to the side and just ahead of the semicircle of seats for the Assemblymen. He nodded, waving an unidentifiable writing instrument at Dias, and then began calling out the names of the Assemblymen. The left half of the room, made of the fifteen members of the Quelshian Titoist Party required to be on the QPA by law, averted its gaze from Pascoal and Dias, instead viewing interesting spots on their desks or the floor as their names were called and their responses recorded. The right half of the room, where the fifteen elected members of the provinces and superdistricts sat, tended to look directly at either Pascoal or Dias — the five Assemblymen who represented the superdistricts of West Quelsh in particular, including Dias, who represented the southern Superdistrict 1, gave Pascoal a hard stare as their names came up in the tally.

“João Venâncio,” Roque called the thirtieth and final name on the list of Assemblymen. Venâncio, who represented one of the Hispanic provinces and was a prominent member of the socialist Quelshian Workers' Party, gave his answer quickly.

“The tally is complete,” Roque announced. There was a hollowness to his voice, as if he believed a formal tally to be a needless redundancy, but he continued on nonetheless. “Thirty ‘guilties’, zero ‘not guilties’. Zero ‘abstenho’.”

After a moment's silence, Dias responded. “Thank you, Mister Roque.” Another moment passed before Dias continued. “I believe the numbers here have made our sentence obvious. Are there any objections to the tally?” Dias gave a cursory glance at his fellow Assemblymen, none of whom spoke. “Would our Royal Observer care to weigh in before I officialise the verdict?” he asked, eyeing a man that was sitting next to Roque that had thus far remained quiet in the proceedings. This man, the Royal Observer, who officially was selected by monarch — or, in this case, the Royal Regent — for the purposes of representing the king or queen in the QPA, was a fairly unremarkable character with a lean figure and a grey suit. He gave a small shake of his head to Dias, who nodded in turn.

“Then I should like to conclude this trial.” Dias stood up, facing Pascoal. The rest of the Assemblymen stood haphazardly in response, though many of them avoided looking at Pascoal. “In the name of His Majesty, King Robert I, I, Almirante da Armada Toninho Dias, by the power vested in me by the people of Quelsh, do hereby pronounce that this Assembly finds Ge—” Dias stumbled on the word. “Ah, Vítor Pascoal guilty of treason, tier three, and thereby sentence him to the only punishment which the law allows for this violation, the tormento infinito,” he finished quickly.

Although the sentence was none other than should be expected — Dias was correct in saying that the tormento infinito was the only valid option for those persons convicted of the third tier of treason, a conviction only determinable by a royal court — hearing that fact spoken aloud still caused audible intakes from the convened Assemblymen. The tormento infinito was the worst legal punishment in Quelsh. Literally meaning "infinite torment", tormento infinito was a mode of torture of untold pain and suffering that only a member of the Garde Royale Féline could effect. While the details of what the torture actually consisted of were kept privy, it had a reputation in Quelsh for extreme and unbearable agony. Those who face the tormento infinito do not survive the experience. As the punishment is not only the third tier of treason's only possible punishment but also is exclusive to that particular legal violation, the tormento infinito had not occurred in over a century. The shock of hearing it actually being sentenced was therefore justified for the Assemblymen, especially those of Western origin, where this Quelshian law had been in force before their great-grandfathers had been born.

But before the Assemblymen could come to terms with the matter, the thudding open of the door at the back of the room cut into their thoughts. From the open doorway swiftly walked a sharply-dressed old man who addressed the room with a commanding shout as he made his way to the front. “This trial is invalid!”

After several moments of stunned silence broken only by the sound of the man's soft footsteps as he made his way to Pascoal's podium, Dias spoke with a voice that suggested equal measures of confusion and irritation. “You what, mate?”

“Mister Pascoal,” said the newcomer, gesturing to Pascoal, “has not had legal representation for this trial. It is therefore invalid, as is any final decision you may have made regarding the matter.”

“Who the hell are you?” politely inquired Venâncio.

The old man beside Pascoal nodded. “An intelligent question, Assemblyman. I am Vítor Pascoal's legal counsel.”

“But who are you?” Venâncio again asked.

“The specifics of my identity are not relevant to these legal proceedings,” the old man replied. “All that you need know is that Mister Pascoal has the legal right to representation and that I have the authority to provide that representation. For convenience, you may refer to me as ‘Delta’.”

“We need to know who you are to know if you can be Vítor's attorney,” Dias piped up drily.

“No, Assemblyman,” Delta explained with a steady and unwavering voice. “You need only know that, as a member of the Garde Royale Féline, I have every right to represent Mister Pascoal.”

The Assemblymen were again shocked into a moment of silence at the stranger's claim to be a Royal Guardsman. As they exchanged glances with one another, the self-proclaimed Guardsman spoke quietly out of the side of his mouth. “Sorry for taking so long, General. I will uphold my end of the deal; you have my word.”

The pacifican islands, The Eastern Antarctic State, and Glengo Island

The pacifican islands

Archedenin wrote:idk, I'm still waiting on my offers. It's either going to be urban planning, human geography, law, accounting, or environmental science

yo I'm going to uni soon too!!

The grand empire of andor

The pacifican islands wrote:yo I'm going to uni soon too!!

they don't hold uni on trains, sounds lame tbh

(unless train-man says "go to expensive-school first please")

Quelsh, The pacifican islands, and The grand empire of andor

Quelsh wrote:
District 0 "Lisbon", Superdistrict 2, Quelsh
Chamber of the Assembly, Army Command Headquarters

“Well, Vítor, have you anything else to say in your defence?” the masculine voice asked in a tone that suggested the question was less than genuine.

The once-renowned army general Vítor Pascoal stood at his lone podium at the room's front wall, the weariness which he felt evident in both body and voice. “I started a movement to change this nation. That movement ballooned into a conflict for which I was unprepared. In this I failed this country, and for that I am sorry.”

The first speaker's body shifted to the front of his seat, sensing the pause in Pascoal's speech and the implicit “but” that was to come.

“But I did not kill the king, Toninho. I disagreed with him, to be sure, and I had wished that he was not in power. But I did not kill the king.”

The man who had asked for Pascoal's testament and to whom Pascoal had directed his statement, the recently-promoted Almirante da Armada, or Admiral of the Fleet, Toninho Dias, gave a small sigh — though whether it was given from satisfaction or disappointment was not readily apparent. “Very well, Vítor. I think we are ready to determine our verdict in the case, so long as there are no objections...” Dias spoke, pausing to cast his eyes about the small interim legislative chamber where the Quelshian People's Assembly convened. No objection was raised. “Then we shall now conduct voting. Normal voting procedure, but when I call for your vote please answer with a ‘guilty’ or ‘not guilty’ rather than ‘sim’ and ‘não’. Mister Roque, if you would tally.”

The "Mister Roque" Dias had addressed sat in a small desk to the side and just ahead of the semicircle of seats for the Assemblymen. He nodded, waving an unidentifiable writing instrument at Dias, and then began calling out the names of the Assemblymen. The left half of the room, made of the fifteen members of the Quelshian Titoist Party required to be on the QPA by law, averted its gaze from Pascoal and Dias, instead viewing interesting spots on their desks or the floor as their names were called and their responses recorded. The right half of the room, where the fifteen elected members of the provinces and superdistricts sat, tended to look directly at either Pascoal or Dias — the five Assemblymen who represented the superdistricts of West Quelsh in particular, including Dias, who represented the southern Superdistrict 1, gave Pascoal a hard stare as their names came up in the tally.

“João Venâncio,” Roque called the thirtieth and final name on the list of Assemblymen. Venâncio, who represented one of the Hispanic provinces and was a prominent member of the socialist Quelshian Workers' Party, gave his answer quickly.

“The tally is complete,” Roque announced. There was a hollowness to his voice, as if he believed a formal tally to be a needless redundancy, but he continued on nonetheless. “Thirty ‘guilties’, zero ‘not guilties’. Zero ‘abstenho’.”

After a moment's silence, Dias responded. “Thank you, Mister Roque.” Another moment passed before Dias continued. “I believe the numbers here have made our sentence obvious. Are there any objections to the tally?” Dias gave a cursory glance at his fellow Assemblymen, none of whom spoke. “Would our Royal Observer care to weigh in before I officialise the verdict?” he asked, eyeing a man that was sitting next to Roque that had thus far remained quiet in the proceedings. This man, the Royal Observer, who officially was selected by monarch — or, in this case, the Royal Regent — for the purposes of representing the king or queen in the QPA, was a fairly unremarkable character with a lean figure and a grey suit. He gave a small shake of his head to Dias, who nodded in turn.

“Then I should like to conclude this trial.” Dias stood up, facing Pascoal. The rest of the Assemblymen stood haphazardly in response, though many of them avoided looking at Pascoal. “In the name of His Majesty, King Robert I, I, Almirante da Armada Toninho Dias, by the power vested in me by the people of Quelsh, do hereby pronounce that this Assembly finds Ge—” Dias stumbled on the word. “Ah, Vítor Pascoal guilty of treason, tier three, and thereby sentence him to the only punishment which the law allows for this violation, the tormento infinito,” he finished quickly.

Although the sentence was none other than should be expected — Dias was correct in saying that the tormento infinito was the only valid option for those persons convicted of the third tier of treason, a conviction only determinable by a royal court — hearing that fact spoken aloud still caused audible intakes from the convened Assemblymen. The tormento infinito was the worst legal punishment in Quelsh. Literally meaning "infinite torment", tormento infinito was a mode of torture of untold pain and suffering that only a member of the Garde Royale Féline could effect. While the details of what the torture actually consisted of were kept privy, it had a reputation in Quelsh for extreme and unbearable agony. Those who face the tormento infinito do not survive the experience. As the punishment is not only the third tier of treason's only possible punishment but also is exclusive to that particular legal violation, the tormento infinito had not occurred in over a century. The shock of hearing it actually being sentenced was therefore justified for the Assemblymen, especially those of Western origin, where this Quelshian law had been in force before their great-grandfathers had been born.

But before the Assemblymen could come to terms with the matter, the thudding open of the door at the back of the room cut into their thoughts. From the open doorway swiftly walked a sharply-dressed old man who addressed the room with a commanding shout as he made his way to the front. “This trial is invalid!”

After several moments of stunned silence broken only by the sound of the man's soft footsteps as he made his way to Pascoal's podium, Dias spoke with a voice that suggested equal measures of confusion and irritation. “You what, mate?”

“Mister Pascoal,” said the newcomer, gesturing to Pascoal, “has not had legal representation for this trial. It is therefore invalid, as is any final decision you may have made regarding the matter.”

“Who the hell are you?” politely inquired Venâncio.

The old man beside Pascoal nodded. “An intelligent question, Assemblyman. I am Vítor Pascoal's legal counsel.”

“But who are you?” Venâncio again asked.

“The specifics of my identity are not relevant to these legal proceedings,” the old man replied. “All that you need know is that Mister Pascoal has the legal right to representation and that I have the authority to provide that representation. For convenience, you may refer to me as ‘Delta’.”

“We need to know who you are to know if you can be Vítor's attorney,” Dias piped up drily.

“No, Assemblyman,” Delta explained with a steady and unwavering voice. “You need only know that, as a member of the Garde Royale Féline, I have every right to represent Mister Pascoal.”

The Assemblymen were again shocked into a moment of silence at the stranger's claim to be a Royal Guardsman. As they exchanged glances with one another, the self-proclaimed Guardsman spoke quietly out of the side of his mouth. “Sorry for taking so long, General. I will uphold my end of the deal; you have my word.”

I'm not sure how I'd approach RP, as there are two very different Glengos that exist, one in the context of Australialia (the one that owns New Zealand), and another that resides in a private plane of existence.

Glengo Island wrote:I'm not sure how I'd approach RP, as there are two very different Glengos that exist, one in the context of Australialia (the one that owns New Zealand), and another that resides in a private plane of existence.

well if you wanted to, you could RP both Glengos and just make a note about which Glengo you are RPing in a given post

imagine if there were two Glengos in a single universe though... such raw power...

Glengo Island wrote:they don't hold uni on trains, sounds lame tbh

(unless train-man says "go to expensive-school first please")

how about that.. uni trains. schools on the move. heck, we could put offices on trains and they just go different routes each day.

Brusseldorf wrote:how about that.. uni trains. schools on the move. heck, we could put offices on trains and they just go different routes each day.

okay Pacifica

The pacifican islands, The Eastern Antarctic State, and Glengo Island

TOP 500 nations baby WOOOO

Damn, Andermor is our best nation

The Eastern Antarctic State wrote:Damn, Andermor is our best nation

what does this say about NationStates society?

Andermor, The Eastern Antarctic State, The grand empire of andor, and Brusseldorf

Quelsh wrote:what does this say about NationStates society?

Discount on Andermor Day merch surely
the shipping to Brusseldorf is prohibitively expensive

Andermor, Quelsh, and The grand empire of andor

The Eastern Antarctic State wrote:Average person in the afterlife

average dead guy vs "oops I died" andor

Quelsh and The grand empire of andor

The pacifican islands wrote:yo I'm going to uni soon too!!

去邊?

Australia Post wrote:whatever you do don't choose law please my guy its not worth it. It is so not worth it.

why

Toxteth wrote:Whatever it is id advise you do two things:
1. Make sure it's something you enjoy
2. Make sure you can get a job out of it

Do those two things and you'll be alright, don't and you'll end up with heaps of student debt and no way to pay it. Hope it all goes well at any rate. A very casual response to such misfortune

inb4 tuition comes free

Australian Universities more like Chinese Spy School

Archedenin wrote:average dead guy vs "oops I died" andor

average dead fan vs average "apologies, I have become deceased" enjoyer

Ancient antarctica

Brusseldorf wrote:The east is red, the sun is rising.
From China, appears Mao Zedong.
He strives for the people's happiness,
Hurrah, he is the people's great saviour!

Chairman Mao loves the people,
He is our guide
to build a new China
Hurrah, lead us forward!

The Communist Party is like the sun,
Wherever it shines, it is bright
Wherever the Communist Party is
Hurrah, the people are liberated!

Ancient antarctica wrote:

Get off my continent chief

The Eastern Antarctic State wrote:I luv ice cream I married one hehe

antarctica civil war

Quelsh wrote:antarctica civil war

You've heard of the winter war, now get ready for the worst conflict conditions of all time.

Quelsh, The grand empire of andor, and Glengo Island

Archedenin wrote:Hello, I like this region :^)

F*ck you

Toxteth wrote:This may be the first time I've seen you out of character....

And the masquerade is broken... I’m not an schizophrenic leader of a multinational state-backed postage corporation but a sad uni student, the horror!

Australia Post wrote:And the masquerade is broken... I’m not an schizophrenic leader of a multinational state-backed postage corporation but a sad uni student, the horror!

My character has been dropped several times, too! I'm not an Asian female from a small island, but everything else pretty much tracks.

(get it? because of the tracks?)

(I like the big long boys on rails)

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